A Manifestation
Slow melancholy tunes,
Blissful upbeat melodies,
I visualize a thousand moons,
I can feel the fresh air breeze.
I'm encompassed by sound,
Music is all I need,
Even when I am drowned,
For a composition, I would bleed.
Whether deserted on an island,
Or isolated by my peers,
With harmony, I am brightened,
Through song, I hear cheers.
Music is not just "fun",
It's a manifestation.
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